by Melissa Good
“Mmm. We could be adventurous and let me cook,” Dar replied playfully. “And you’ll see why I always have corn flakes for breakfast.”
“Those.” Kerry poked her, “aren’t,” another poke, “Corn Flakes. They’re Frosted Flakes, and they are so unhealthy for you.”
“Yeah, but they taste g-r-reat,” Dar shot back immediately, rolling the R’s on the great and sounding very much like the commercial. “And besides, I’ve been eating them since I was a kid, and it certainly didn’t stunt my growth.”
She spread her arms out and indicated her tall frame. “Now, you, on the other hand…”
“Uh uh, don’t you start!” Kerry warned, with a laugh. “I always got told drinking alcohol would stunt my growth. I didn’t touch a damn drop until I Tropical Storm 359
got to college, and look where it got me?”
Dar grinned back, tracing a line down her arm. “I think you’re the perfect size.”
Kerry snorted. “For what? Shortstop?”
Dar slid her arms around her smaller companion and lifted her up, rolling over and settling her into place, sprawled on top of her, with Kerry’s head tucked against her shoulder. “For that.” She closed her eyes and hugged the blonde woman to her, feeling Kerry’s body go limp and relaxed against her own. “See? Perfect fit.”
Kerry had the sudden urge to burrow into the taller woman’s soft skin and never let go. “Yes, but can you breathe?” she murmured softly, knowing the answer by the steady movement under her.
“No problem,” Dar assured her, rubbing a hand gently up and down Kerry’s back. She fell silent as peace flooded over her, completely foreign to anything she’d ever known. She had no desire to do anything but stay right here with the blonde woman, trading touches and the exploratory kisses Kerry was planting on her chest. There was no restless urge to move, no desire to be up and going, just a warmly sensual place she had no intention of leaving. Her hands moved slowly up Kerry’s sides, tracing the curves.
Kerry sighed in pleasure. I definitely like waking up like this.
“HERE, AT LEAST make me feel better by drinking some orange juice.”
Kerry put a glass of the fragrant orange beverage in front of her.
“I can’t drink that, Kerry,” Dar informed her, munching on her toast. “It’s un-Floridian, we leave it all for the tourists and the export trade. Why do you think it costs so damn much here?”
“Dar.” Green eyes gave her an amusedly exasperated look. “Drink the damn juice.”
That got her a bright grin. “You’re feisty this morning,” the dark-haired woman commented.
“It’s not morning,” Kerry pointed out wryly. “Not that I’m complaining, it’s been a while since I’ve slept in.”
Dar sucked on her juice and nodded. “Me too,” she agreed in mild surprise, feeling very relaxed. “Why don’t you grab a shower, and I’ll log in to see if there’s anything going on I need to take care of.” She leaned back and stretched, feeling her shoulders pop into place.
Kerry leaned over her, thoroughly enjoying the taut stretch of the cotton fabric against Dar’s body. Her lips found the taller woman’s and lingered, tasting the cinnamon from the toast she’d been chewing, and the tartness of the orange juice. Before she knew it, Dar’s arms had slipped around her and tugged her down on her lap, and Kerry’s hands were insistently sliding under the thin cotton.
They broke off amidst trailing touches and ragged breathing. “Whoa.”
Kerry let her forehead rest against Dar’s. “We’re not really getting very far today, are we?” She sucked in air as her hands returned to the warm skin she couldn’t seem to stop touching. “Sorry.”
Dar smiled at her, through lazily half-lidded eyes. “Don’t apologize, it 360 Melissa Good feels great.” She nuzzled Kerry’s neck, then nipped lightly at the neatly outlined breasts under the soft fabric, drawing a soft, incoherent sound from the blonde woman. “Ooo, I like that noise,” she purred, then relented, and simply hugged her lover. “Okay, okay, we’ve got plenty of time to indulge.
Let’s get our chores finished.”
Kerry was very close to telling her to toss the chores, then she sighed and hugged Dar back. “Right, okay, I was going to go shower.” Reluctantly, she unwound herself from Dar’s embrace and stood. “Be out in a minute.” She started to move off, but found her shirt being tugged from behind. “Hmm?”
“Want some help?” Dar inquired, lifting an eyebrow.
A sigh. “Good thing I don’t pay for hot water, I think.” Kerry held out a hand with a grin. “C’mon.” Well, she rationalized, at least we’re sort of making progress towards the fish store.
IT WAS A Petsmart. Dar glanced around her approvingly. She liked Petsmarts because they weren’t puppy mills. They hosted shelter adoption centers, and they had fifty-two different colors of dog collars. She didn’t know why that was important, except that she hated to think she was being forced into something, and that big a variety pretty much insured you could pick what you wanted. They also let people bring their pets inside, and it was interesting to note that people generally picked dog breeds that matched them.
She watched Kerry browse the aquarium aisle as a woman with an Afgan hound walked by, the dog’s nervously coquettish air matching her owner’s with uncanny precision. Next came a man with an unlit cigar and no neck walking a bulldog. Amazing. Then she spotted a woman strolling down the bulk dog food aisle with a small, golden cocker spaniel. She examined the dog, then, casting a glance at her companion, she slipped after the woman silently.
Kerry paced back and forth, peering into the tanks trying to decide which ones to pick. “Do you have any gouramies?” she asked the patiently waiting boy in the red vest who was holding a small case filled with water and a net.
“Sure, over here.” He pointed to two large tanks to her right. “There are some big ones in there.”
“Mmm.” Kerry examined the fish. “Okay, okay. That one.” She pointed, then realized Dar was behind her. “That’s a nice one, isn’t it?”
“Yep,” Dar agreed, putting her hands behind her back. “That’s a nice one, too.” She pointed at a brightly striped gouramie near the tank’s filter.
“Okay, and that one.” Kerry smiled at her. “Thanks.” She looked into the next tank. “Do I want guppies again?”
“They’re easy to take care of,” Dar offered. “Goldfish are nice, too.”
Kerry gave her a look, then glanced up. “Oh, hey, Siamese fighting fish.”
She blinked respectfully at the luridly colorful, solitary creatures each in its own bowl. An idea formed. “Dar, you should get one of these.”
“No.” Dar shook her head. “I don’t have pets.”
“It’s not a pet.” Kerry turned and concentrated on convincing her. “Think of it as…a, um, a business strategy. You can keep it on your desk.”
“Kerry, I don’t have pets. I especially don’t have pets on my desk,” the Tropical Storm 361
taller woman replied sternly.
“C’mon.” Kerry spotted a double tank. “Oh, no, this one.” She pulled it down. It was a clever construct, with intertwining lucite tubes that let its inhabitants see but not touch each other. “Look, you can get two. I think it would be good for you, Dar. Something nice and relaxing to look at on your desk.”
“Kerry,” Dar’s voice dropped ominously.
“Listen, I’ll feed them. They’ll just look so pretty in your office. You can get a blue one and a red one. Think of how relaxing they’d be to watch.”
The taller woman turned to the watching attendant. “Do they eat human flesh?”
The boy’s eyes bugged out. “Uh. I…they eat, uh, brine shrimp, ma’am, but I guess…I mean, if you fed it to them in tiny bites.” He swallowed. “Like if you ground it up or something.”
Dar wanted to bark a refusal, she really did. She didn’t have time for fish, or pets, or… The green eyes facing her blinked beseechingly. No, no… Fish had no place in h
er life; nothing like that did. Kerry tilted her head a bit, and put a hopeful smile on her face. Oh shit. “Fine.” She gave up. “Put ’em in a bag or something.” She gave the mischievously delighted Kerry a dour look. “I’m warning you, I’ll end up knocking them over. I’ve got the worst luck with pets.” She winced, imagining the comments she’d get from the rest of the staff.
Then she considered. Siamese fighting fish. Her fingers drummed against her thigh. Maybe that won’t be so bad after all. She grinned. Here, José, give me your finger. Oops, did I prick you? Sorry, didn’t realize I was holding a needle. Oh, here, just put your finger in here to wash it off. “Heh heh.”
“What’s so funny?” Kerry was busy picking out two of the biggest, prettiest fighting fish she could find.
“Oh, nothing.” Dar cupped her chin in her hand. “You up for some lunch after this? I’m starved.”
Kerry gave her a look, then gathered her choices and proceeded towards the checkout lane. “Sure. What’d you have in mind?”
“Dunno.” Dar chuckled softly to herself. “How about some burgers?”
“Mmm, okay,” the blonde woman agreed. “Did you get some shrimp for your fish?”
Dar juggled the box. “Yep. Do you know what these really are?” she asked teasingly.
Kerry peered at the container. “Yes, brine shrimp.” She got to the counter and put her stuff down.
“Nope, they’re Sea Monkeys.” Dar took possession of her fish and their case, and pulled out her credit card, passing it over to the woman. She took advantage of the fact that Kerry was staring, aghast, at her fish’s food, to make a circling gesture over Kerry’s fish too and give the clerk a smile.
“Sea Monkeys?” Kerry squeaked. “Those cute little things that have families and do tricks?” She grabbed the container. “Dar, you can’t feed your fish Sea Monkeys!”
Dar snatched it back. “Yes, I can.” She gave her companion a piratical grin. “Just be glad you didn’t talk me in to a python.”
Kerry stared at her. “What do they eat?”
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“Bunnies,” Dar told her seriously as she took the slip from the clerk and signed her name. “Nice fluffy ones.”
“Eeewwww!” her shorter companion let out a squeal. Then she turned to the clerk. “Do they?”
The clerk nodded sadly at her. “Oh yes, ma’am. And they go down tail first, the last thing you see is their twitching little noses.”
“That’s it.” Kerry slapped her hand on the counter. “I’m out of here.” She looked up expectantly. “How much?”
The clerk glanced at her, then up at Dar. “Um…” She cleared her throat.
“I took care of it,” Dar said quietly. “You were too busy squealing.”
Kerry put her hands on her hips and looked first at the clerk, then at Dar.
“I will get you for that,” she warned, then shook her head. “Thank you,” she added, picking up the bags. “Now, let’s get out of here before you start telling me they feed the parrots live mice.” She stalked out, leaving Dar to exchange amused looks with the clerk, and pick up her own purchases. Dar strolled out after her, feeling quite pleased with herself—for several reasons.
IT WAS CLOUDING over by the time they got back to Kerry’s apartment, and Dar tipped her dark head back to regard the clouds as they walked towards the door. “Looks like a front’s coming through.” The wind rose and whipped their hair around them. “Good thing we’re not out on the water, this could get nasty.”
“Brr.” Kerry hopped up on the sidewalk. “I must be getting used to the warmth down here, that wind feels cool.”
Dar only barely kept herself from wrapping a friendly arm around the smaller woman. Jesus, Dar. she admonished herself. What the hell happened to the ‘I don’t like to be touched’ person you used to be? All it takes is one five-foot-four-inch blonde with pretty eyes to turn you into a huge, dripping pile of mush? “Yeah,”
she commented simply.
“Well…” Kerry keyed in her new code and opened the door, standing back to let Dar enter. “I, um…” Suddenly, she didn’t want Dar to go home.
“Hey, I picked up some stuff the other night, to try a new recipe. You game?”
There was so much she had to do at home, Dar reflected. Work lists and projects she had to take care of. She could see the imperfectly hidden hopefulness in Kerry’s eyes, though, and she smiled inwardly. “I’d love to, but I’ve got to log in and take care of some stuff.”
Kerry smiled happily. “Computer’s all yours. I’ll get the fish put away.”
She gestured toward her desk, and moved past it to put the packages down on the dining room table. “Listen, I picked up a copy of the X-files movie. We could watch that afterward.”
Dar settled into the comfortable desk chair and flipped the computer on, cracking her knuckles lightly. It felt good to be part of someone else’s plans for a change. “Hmm, I’d like that.” She waited for the connection to complete, then logged in and set her mail to downloading while she started up a session with the mainframe. “Oh, crap.” She reviewed an Urgent Notify. “Ouch.”
Kerry finished tucking the containers of fish into the tank without opening them, allowing the temperatures to equalize, then she wandered over Tropical Storm 363
and peered at the screen. “What’s wrong?”
“Damned airline tried to backup its print servers…and blew one.” Dar sighed. “All of domestic printing is down for them.”
“What does that mean?” Kerry asked curiously.
“You ever check in at an airline counter?” Dar asked as she flicked through the report.
“Sure.” Kerry laughed. “A lot of times. Why?”
“You ever need a boarding pass?”
“Yeah.”
“You ever need your bags tagged?”
“Sure.”
“You see all those lists the stews check passengers off on?”
“Um…”
“Ever had to buy a ticket at the counter?”
“I’m getting a clue here, Dar.” Kerry patted her shoulder. “What do they do if this stuff’s down?”
“Hand write everything.”
Kerry blinked. “Oh my god, I’m glad I’m not at Newark.”
Dar turned her head and gently kissed the hand resting on her shoulder.
“Me too. It’s going to be a lousy night to fly.” Mushball. The hand lifted and caressed her cheek. “This close to the holidays, too.”
“Can you do anything?” Kerry asked, enjoying the feel of her soft skin.
About what? Dar wondered. Oh, right. The printers. “Well, it’s their server.
We just carry the data.”
“They don’t have a backup?” Kerry asked. “Where are those servers?”
“Charlotte. They maintain them long distance.” Dar leaned back against her.
“Do we have a backup we can lend them?”
Dar crossed her arms and thought. “Hmm. Damn thing’s a beast box—
quad Pentium II, hundred twenty eight megs of ram. They have a RAID five array on the thing, and normally they’d just plug the array into the backup box. But they upgraded the operating system on the primary and hadn’t gotten around to doing the backup yet. And, they have different controller cards.”
“Not supported?” Kerry winced.
“Nope. They’d need a duplicate of their existing box.” She closed her eyes and concentrated. “Let me think.”
Kerry obliged, massaging her neck lightly with a gentle touch. “When we were doing the Disney project, I thought we had some pretty powerful resources up there—those Alpha boxes I was plugging into, for instance.”
Dar cocked her head. “I wonder…” She reached over and typed a request in the database. “No, those are dual processor, but… Wait a minute.” She drummed her fingers on the desk, then unclipped her cell phone from her belt and dialed a number. “Brent? Dar Roberts.” She glanced at the screen. “Listen, you’ve got a ba
ckup server we use for the Sprint account, right?”
“Well, yes, ma’am, we do,” the man answered hesitantly. “Haven’t used it in forever, but it’s still back there.”
“Good. Dust it off and get it over to the server room,” Dar told him.
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“Disconnect it from their backup lines, under my authority.”
“Okay.” The man was more than happy to comply.
Dar hung up and dialed again. “Isis? Dar Roberts here. I understand you’ve got a little problem.”
“A little problem?” The woman’s voice was clearly incredulous. “I don’t have a single printer working in all of the continental United States. That’s not a problem, that’s a high-order cluster, Dar.”
“What’s the prognosis?” the tall executive asked, circling the listening Kerry with one arm.
“Don’t ask. They’re trying to build a duplicate, but it’s going to take HP
about six hours to fly the controller board out there from Washington State.”
The woman sighed.
“What’s a ten-minute uptime worth to you?” Dar drawled.
“If you’re joking, Dar, I’m going to fly to damn Miami and punch you,”
Isis replied. “What’s it worth? My undying gratitude.”
“I have a backup server set up in Charlotte, you’ll just have to plug in your array. It’s got the same architecture as your old one.”
“God bless you, Dar. Goodbye, Dar.” The woman spoke rapidly and hung up.
Dar chuckled, then turned to her companion. “Very good idea, Kerry, thank you.” She gazed fondly at her. “The traveling public thanks you.”
Kerry grinned. “Hey, I do my best.” She gave Dar a quick hug then went back to the fish, setting up Dar’s tanklet while her boss continued to check her mail. The fighting fish were swimming in their little bags, watching her suspiciously. She waved at them as she cleaned out the tank, and filled it with fresh water. “You think this stuff will make the water okay?” She held up the container of bacteria they’d gotten.
“Hmm?” Dar turned around and peered at her. “You’re asking me?” She chuckled softly. “I think it’ll be okay. The guy said they’re pretty sturdy fish.”
